[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 010)

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Chapter 010 The Predecessors Scratched Bricks, the Descendants Enjoyed the Blessings. Although Liang Laocai ranked third on the list of wealthy landlords in Yanjia Gou Village
, he was a notorious miser, a real cheapskate. Even his own family ate only pickled vegetables, perhaps with
a little sesame oil added. In the end, he died penniless, and his ancestral home was seized by the Liang brothers. This ancestral
home was considered quite grand in the surrounding area.
At the entrance stood a pair of stone lions over a meter tall. Although weathered and ravaged by time, bearing many pits and cracks
, the exquisite craftsmanship and the lions' imposing presence remained undiminished. The gatehouse was 5 meters high,
with a pair of red-lacquered doors over 2 meters tall, lion-shaped door knockers, and two rows of large rivets. Adding the mounting stones and hitching posts,
it resembled a Qing Dynasty county government office.
The large courtyard, with its two entrances and two exits, paved with blue bricks, stood with eight tall old pear trees and a five-meter-high wall, conveying a
deep sense of historical weight—this was probably what was meant by a grand, secluded mansion. The main house had three rooms visible and five hidden, with flying eaves and
a covered porch, six red-lacquered doorposts, and high blue stone steps. There were eight side rooms on the left and right, as well as a granary, stable, and mill
… Unfortunately, it had been ravaged by a fire caused by Hu Mazi, leaving it a gruesome sight. Yet, it still exuded an
air of wealth and grandeur.
A large dog was tied to a pear tree; despite its imposing appearance, it lay silently on the ground when someone entered—
a truly silly dog. A chubby little boy squatted in front of the stable, defecating while simultaneously
writing words in the snow with a stick. He wrote and recited, "Dog... Father... Donkey... Mother..."
"Whoosh, whoosh..." came the sound of a bellows being pulled and a woman coughing from the kitchen next door.
"Crunch, crunch..."
Yan Baosan, stepping on the thin layer of snow, head held high, hands behind his back, admired the scene and said, "This place,
with a little renovation, can come back to life."
A pretty little girl in a floral cotton-padded jacket and trousers emerged from the granary, her chest particularly prominent,
like two steamed buns. She looked curiously at Yan Baosan and his two brothers and asked, "Who are you?! What are you doing here
?"
"Girl, your chest is really big, hehe..." Yan Baosan grinned lewdly.
The little girl's face flushed instantly, and she spat out, "Pah! Shameless!" before running into
the main room.
Just then, a child who had been defecating walked over, pulling up his trousers. He sized up Yan Baosan with the same disgust he would show a fly
, and arrogantly said, "What do you want with my uncle? If you want to borrow grain, get lost!"
"Look at him, this is a landlord's son, just like his dead grandfather. Damn it!"
Yan Baosan was amused and, as he spoke, kicked him. Although the kick wasn't very strong, he
was still just a child, and was immediately sent flying more than a meter away. The child, with his bottom sticking up, lay on the snow and howled,
"Uncle! Uncle! Your servants hit me..."
"Damn it!! Who is it?"
With the sound of voices, Liang Dayuan walked out of the main room. He wore a melon-shaped hat, a black cotton robe, and
was twirling two iron balls in his hands. He squinted and scrutinized Yan Baosan, who was
dressed like a rich young master, wearing a melon-shaped hat, a traditional Chinese jacket, and leather boots. He wondered to himself, "Who is this? He looks familiar
.
" "Liang Dayuan, have you eaten?" Yan Baosan swaggered over. Normally, according to the village's seniority system
, he should call Liang Dayuan "Second Master." But now, he was the master.
At this moment, Liang Dayuan finally recognized him as the third son of that poor bastard Yan Sicheng. He was astonished:
"You...you're Yan's third son? Huh...Third son, where did you get rich?"
Yan Baosan plopped down in a cushioned armchair, placed his leather boots on the eight-immortal table, and
looked at Liang Dayuan with an arrogant air, asking, "I want to discuss something with you. I've taken a liking to this courtyard of yours. Name your price."
Was this supposed to be a discussion? It was blatant extortion.
Liang Dayuan immediately flew into a rage, pointing at Yan Baosan's nose and shouting, "Damn it!! Yan Sanbao, what do you want to do?"
"Will you sell it for a hundred silver dollars?"
Liang Dayuan was amused and annoyed: "You want to buy it, huh? Fine, five hundred silver dollars, not a penny less!"
"Damn it! Why don't you just rob someone? Eighty silver dollars. You have to sell it whether you like it or not!" Yan Baosan resorted to
thuggish behavior, slamming his money bag on the table. "I'll give you one day to move."
"What can you do if I don't sell?" Liang Dayuan adopted a landlord's airs, completely ignoring Yan Baosan's attitude.
Yan Baosan lifted his jacket, pulled a Mauser pistol from his belt, slammed it on the table, and sneered: "
Do you recognize this ancestor?"
A Mauser pistol… Liang Dayuan was dumbfounded. Where did this guy get a Mauser pistol?!
At this moment, the two brothers, Da Bao and Er Bao, also lifted their long gowns, revealing brand-new Mauser pistols clipped to their belts.
"Ah..." Liang Dayuan was utterly terrified.
"Are you selling this courtyard or not? Give me a straight answer." Yan Baosan used the muzzle of the Mauser pistol like a toothpick,
picking his teeth repeatedly.
"Sell, sell, sell..."
"Deal!"
Buying a large, secluded courtyard for 80 silver dollars—this deal was practically robbery. In this chaotic world, having a gun was
incredibly useful! Yan Baosan's heart suddenly surged with excitement, and he decided that from now on, he would do something big.
He paid the money in the morning, and in the afternoon, Yan Baosan busied himself moving. Yan Sicheng's family didn't have much to begin with; besides pots,
pans, and utensils, the most valuable things were the 20-odd bags of grain and the batch of weapons in the wooden crates. Oh, and there were also ancestral tablets for five generations
, a donkey, and a hen. In short, with the help of the neighbors, the move was completed in less than an hour.
"Crackling sounds..." The little fox set off three strings of firecrackers at the door.
That evening, Yan Sicheng prepared a sumptuous feast with five tables full of chicken, duck, fish, and meat to entertain
the neighbors and celebrate the move, wishing them good fortune.
From then on, Yan Sicheng's family of ten bid farewell to the mud-brick house that had housed their ancestors for five generations and moved into the ancestral home of the landlord.
They lived a happy life with plenty of food and clothing.
The main house had three rooms visible and five hidden rooms. From east to west, they lived Old Master Yan, Old Man Yan Sicheng
and his wife, Old Man Lutou and his wife, and Wang Dongmei, Lü Baolai's newlywed wife. The east wing housed Da Bao and Er Bao, with the remaining two rooms serving as storage
rooms, followed by the kitchen and mill. The west wing housed Yan Baosan and his family of three, with him occupying four rooms. Following these
were the bathhouse, water room, and stable. Two meters from the stable was an open-air latrine and toilet.
At that time, there was no coal in the countryside; firewood, weeds, cotton, and corn stalks were used to heat the kang (heated brick beds). In
ordinary households, the time spent cooking would also be used to heat the kang. However, this wasn't possible here.
With seven kangs in the main house and wing rooms combined, someone had to tend the fire in the stove in the water room to keep them warm
. (ps: The water room was for boiling water, cooking for the servants, and heating the kang (heated brick bed)
.) After the banquet ended and everyone had eaten and drunk their fill and returned to their rooms, it was already past 11 pm. Da Bao said
, "I'll take care of the first half of the night; Er Bao and Bao San will take care of the second half," and went straight to bed with his wife.
Yan Bao San and Er Bao simultaneously cursed, "Damn it!! You slut."
"Second brother, go see your father-in-law off. I'll watch the fire; you don't need to worry about it," Bao San said
, adding firewood to the stove.
"It'll burn for a while," Er Bao said, then helped the drunken Peng Bao Liang (Er Bao's father-in-law)
away.
Moving to a new house was a joyous occasion, and Yan Bao San had planned to spend the night intimately with his two wives.
Now, his plans were ruined. The fire in the stove was warm and cozy. He lay half-reclined on the haystack, dozing off. Every
few minutes, he'd add some firewood, then doze again… his sleep was hazy, filled with little dreams.
A creaking sound from the door startled Yan Baosan. He sat up abruptly: “Who is it?”
“It’s me. I’ve come to fetch some hot water. ”
By the firelight, he saw that it was Lü Baolai’s wife, his sister-in-law Wang Dongmei, carrying a
wooden bucket. No need to ask, she was there to fetch bathwater. She went to the stove, pushed open the heavy pot lid, and
scooped hot water into the bucket with a ladle. Because it was at home and she was bathing at night, she was wearing
a light blue three-quarter length underpants (thin cotton trousers). The firelight danced on her fair legs, making them look
particularly alluring.
“Gulp…” Yan Baosan swallowed hard and reached into his trousers.
Dongmei was a renowned beauty in the surrounding villages, her face and figure exceptionally stunning. Of course,
once Cuihua and Pan Meifeng grew a couple of years older, they would resemble Dongmei. But for now, Dongmei was undoubtedly
the undisputed village beauty.
As for Lü Baolai, although he was burly, his appearance was truly unsightly. His features were alright, but his face
was covered in dense pockmarks, like a map of the moon. He sported a ridiculous goatee, a yellowish-
brown like corn tassels.
Therefore, Yan Baosan cursed inwardly: "Damn! What a
waste of a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung!
" With a creak, Dongmei left with the bucket. A minute later, she returned and continued fetching water.
She fetched hot water three times in a row. The washroom and bathhouse were separated by a wall, and the faint
sound of Dongmei's water splashing as she bathed could be heard. Even worse, she was humming a little tune while washing. "
Damn it…is she deliberately seducing me?!" Yan Baosan was aroused and furious, gritting his teeth and cursing Dongmei as a slut
.
"No, I need to relieve myself!
" Yan Baosan stood up, intending to go back to his room to find his two wives to relieve his lust. However,
he tripped over firewood and bumped his head against the wall. "Ouch! Damn it…" he cursed
, rubbing the growing lump on his bald head.
Suddenly, he saw a glimmer of light and wondered, "Huh...where's the light coming from?"
After a closer look, Yan Baosan discovered that half a brick in the wall was movable and could be pulled out,
the gap smeared with plaster for disguise. He pulled the half brick down and peeked inside...damn! Now
he understood and laughed, "Old Liang, you know, when your concubines and daughters take a bath, they're all
seen naked, you know? Truly, the predecessors cut the bricks, and the successors enjoy the blessings, hehe..."
So, Yan Baosan bent over, plugged the hole in the brick, and happily watched his sister-in-law,
Dongmei, bathe.

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